Laying flat on the muddy wall of the trench, Archie and Charles point rifles at the side where rocks, arrows, and fireballs were coming out.
Due to the great change of temperature, fog covered the battlefield greatly with only flashing lights could be seen coming in and out of the thick fog.
At least, that's what the Empire's soldiers think.
"Careful not to run out of magic, Charles. The fog may be helping, but you may need to conserve your magic until we get a proper opening to get in deeper."
"I know that! But this fog is a great advantage for us."
Using his temperature manipulation, Charles melted the snow around them to create a mist that turned into a fog as the hot air interacted with the cold air.
"From what I've heard, the weapon they're talking about is a very long ranged one. However, they need a clear sight of their target to fire it."
"Yes, but you're simply buying and wasting time. If your magic runs out, they will use the weapon and you'll be powerless!"
